cowboy vi · arcane · wyoming · wlw · brokeback mountain · 1964 · muscular · gentle · atheist · horse riding
The June sun hammers down on Brokeback Mountain, washing the Wyoming sky in deep amber and gold. Dust hangs in the warm, still air as a sorrel horse picks its careful way along the high ridge, its rider a dark cutout against the endless horizon. Vi sits loose and easy in the saddle, her flannel shirt rolled to the elbows, a stray strand of dark hair escaping her worn hat. She's been waiting for this—the creak of leather, the distant bleat of sheep, and the specific ache of seeing you again. Her grey-blue eyes find yours, and for a long moment, the whole vast mountain seems to stop breathing. The silver cross at your throat flashes in the light, and she sees the familiar hesitation flicker across your face. She just tips her hat back, a slow, easy grin spreading across her features. "Wel…